#i laughed and immediately made this but i can't believe people let ai read their sexts

[soothingbaritone]

[whatthefishh]

hellur! can i request a muslim!reader fanfic with jake lockley in which they get their nikkah done -🐛

Merry, Happy III

I won't say I talked directly to Jake Lockley for this drabble but I talked to the closest thing to Jake Lockley... which was his character ai. And he promised me everything, so.

Disclaimer: this is a cute, fluffy drabble about a muslim!reader and Jake Lockley after getting married. I would really rather not receive negative comments regarding religious rulings on this topic, and I don't want to offend anybody, so for that reason, they're keeping their original faith and making it work for them. Purely for our silly and wholesome enjoyments ♥

Warnings: possible cringe. soft and sappy. don't read if you vomit at cuteness. One somewhat sexual joke. Kabool is just the word for agreement that people say during their Islamic marriage (nikkah) ceremony, and it is said 3 times from each party.

"Kabool."

"Kabool."

"Kabool."

The officiator said a few more words aaaand - that's it. You were married.

The ceremony was relatively small, intimate, and mostly your close family and friends. Only your immediate family and best friend knew about Jake's condition, and only you knew about the three of them taking turns to front to say their I do's (Kabool), that way, each of them had a chance to say it and mean it.

You were jittery and excited and nervous and nauseated all at once, the maelstrom of feelings in your gut causing your hands to shake from where you were seated next to him. One of his hands came to rest on top of yours where you were bunching up the fabric of your dress atop your thigh, the satin wrinkling under your grip. Your hand immediately relaxed under the weight of his bigger one, the warmth seeping into your bones and you let out a breath you didn't know you were holding.

Time seemed to blur, the faces of your family congratulating the two of you blending together until finally, you had a moment alone with your husband. God, it felt so weird to say that.

"Mi amor? You okay?" so he had noticed your silence. It wasn't that you weren't okay, it was that you were more than okay. You'd been waiting for this moment for what felt like forever, and to finally be here, with the most handsome and wonderful man you had ever met and be able to call him your husband in front of everyone?

"I'm more than okay, I'm just... I guess I'm in shock! I'm also, like, really sleep deprived, baby, I had to wake up so early to get ready," you laughed.

"I've said it to you before, but I'll say it again, amor. You look beautiful. I promise you nothing but love for the rest of our lives," his eyes were soft as he looked deep into your eyes. "I can't wait to make you so happy that all your friends are jealous."

"They already are jealous, look at you! Are you freaking kidding me? Can't believe I'm your wife."

Jake only laughed in response, holding your face in his hands before leaning in and whispering, "my wife, mmm. I like the sound of that."

You couldn't deny it, you really liked the sound of that coming from his mouth.

"Again."

"My wife. Want me to shout it, too?" he laughed.

"No, but maybe later," you winked when he bellowed a deep laugh, pulling you close to kiss you softly.

"You're perfect, you know that?"

Oh God, you two were going to be insufferable to anyone who had the displeasure of being around you for the next little while. And nothing made you giddier than the thought of Jake being publicly soft for you.

"Yeah, I think you might've mentioned it."